Fate Genderbend Novels & Stories

“I’ve always been with you. You just kept me hidden.” Charlene’s eyes widened as the woman lifted an arm and pointed to her own forearm. A soft light pulsed, and an intricate mark appeared—mirroring the same symbol that had once been on the legendary spear. The mark on the woman’s skin spread, glowing across her forehead. “I am you, and you are me. We are one, Trinity. The spear, you, and me—we are Fates.” Charlene’s pulse pounded in her ears. “What?! That’s insane! I don’t know who or what you are, but I am NOT a Fate!”

Then without turning back I lifted my hand and gave the happy couple a peace sign. I wasn’t happy, but my grump werewolf father raised me not to be rude. “Hey girls!” A female voice I didn’t recognize said. That meant that this had to be Eddy’s new woman. I knew everyone in this pack. Nikki looked over at the new arrival and smiled. “Oh hi Margaret. How are you doing?” Margaret...That’s an old lady name. I thought bitterly. “I’m great. Do you mind if I join the two of you?” She asked sweetly, which made me want to hate her even more. She had to have heard about me. Wouldn’t people have hinted that Eddy’s ex hung around the pack? Maybe she just didn’t care.

] The Alpha Of Alphas rose slowly to his feet and faced the training ground once more, ignoring the tears streaming down his face as he stared at the lifeless form lying there. "You have asked a question, My Beta..." He spoke softly. "Fate is when you've spent forty years without a Mate and when the Luna Goddess decides to give you a Mate she gives you a Tiger and not just any Tiger your enemy as a Mate, that is fate, My Beta." A new voice came from behind him. The Alpha Of Alphas turned, expecting someone else, a stranger, another Alpha perhaps. Instead, he found a small child staring at him with large grey eyes filled with curiosity and a burning taste for revenge. He looked so much like h

The kind of hate that she is afraid of, The kind of Hate that could burn her alive, The kind of hate that she can’t face, The kind of hate that could snatch her everything, and it did. Right at that moment, one of them knew this hatred was going to change their fate in a way that none of them had ever expected. The hate had twisted their fate, before any one of them could fight for it.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

"You have already died in your original world. It was your refusal to accept your fates that brought your souls here." My heart jolted violently. I had been reborn. Instinctively, I turned to look beside me. Camilla Voss was kneeling there, her face filled with greed, calculation, and naked ambition. "At this moment, you stand before the chance to reshape your fate," the Moon Goddess continued. "One path is to become the Alpha Female, the strongest force of destruction. The other is to become a Moon Blessed, the one who carries on the bloodline. Between you sisters, who will rule through slaughter, and who will rule through reproduction?"

I explained to her, she listened with glistening eyes. “I'm already excited to see him… em her… em…” I chuckled. “Just call him Dr. Fate.” She nodded. “There's one more thing you should know. If Fate is a woman, it means he is happy. If he is a man, he is angry. If he is a young, handsome man, it means he is very, very angry.” “That doesn't make any —” she was still talking when I opened the door into the sitting room. Immediately we stepped in, a glass cup flew right at us. I rushed Catalina, spurning around and covering her with my wings. The glass shattered on my back.

She ended it before the girl could respond. She stood at the boundary fence and felt the phrase sit in the air around her like something she needed to physically remove. The woman behind Anthony Lead. Not beside him. Not in front of him. Behind him. That was what the city saw when it looked at her, a supporting character in someone else's story, existing in the negative space of a man's name. Six days. Ren called on Wednesday.

The air was thick with anticipation, a quiet buzz of excitement under the surface as we went about our daily routine. For months, Jiro and I had been waiting for this day, the day when Mina would finally manifest—when her second gender would become clear. Hibiki had already undergone his manifestation a few years earlier, proudly identifying as a Dominant Alpha, but we knew that Mina's journey would be different. She had been growing up so fast, with her quiet elegance and intelligence shining brightly, but we couldn’t help but wonder what her second gender would be.

Yet she did not avert her gaze. She seemed to hold her breath, and yet she could still make out the woody scent that clung to him. “I do,” Isabella replied softly but firmly. A lie. A frightened person wouldn’t behave this way. Damian’s grip on the divan loosened. Holding her gaze for a few moments longer, he finally straightened. “But is it not the truth?” Isabella exhaled at last. Looking up at him, she continued, “A true gentleman would ensure his child’s future, even if that child were a bastard.”